FINALLY FOUND YOU

The mobile phone vibrates constantly, and the woman looks up lazily and glances at the caller ID.

William Spenser.

After hanging up several times, the woman finally got impatient, put down her drawing pencil and lowered her voice, "what's the matter?"

The background sound at the other end of the phone was very noisy, and the collision and screaming of wine glasses mixed with the deafening sound of the stereo, which formed a clear contrast with the quiet in her coffee shop.

She frowned, and a trace of displeasure flashed in her dark eyes.

"Edmend White, come and play at night bar." William Spenser's tone was full of provocation, as if he was playing some bad idea.

"No." Edmend White refused directly, and his cool and beautiful face could not see his emotions.

William Spenser at the other end doesn't care. "Oh? You don't come? Then no one will come to pick up your baby."

Edmend White held her mobile phone and said, "what are you talking about?"

"I said, your good son is here. Will you come?" William Spenser drank whisky leisurely.

Edmend White's face suddenly changed. She clutched her mobile phone and suppressed her displeasure. "William Spenser, I warn you that as long as my son is a little injured, I will send you to prison with all my money."

The last few words were very hard, with a kind of ruthlessness to tear people apart.

"Private Room 302, hurry up." William Spenser hung up without any discussion.

Edmend White threw away the paper ball and hurried to night bar.

Along the way, she was upset.

In order to cooperate on the land, ger parents saved ger half sister Richel White, and gave her to the Spenser family for marriage.

William Spenser, her contracted husband, cares that she has an impudent son. He never touches her. He spends all day drinking , and even takes his mistress home just to humiliate her.

Edmend White looked coldly out of the window.

Nothing can shake her. The only thing she cares about is her 6-year-old son, Brook White.

Although he has mild autism, he is smart and kind, and he is the only one who is really close to her.

He is her life.

Thinking of this, Edmend White's sharp nails have been pinched like the palm of her hand, but she doesn't feel any pain at all.

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At 10 pm, the bar was just getting hot.

The strong drums, the confused dance steps, and the complicated and dizzy lights all made Edmend White extremely uncomfortable. Occasionally, a man came forward to chat up, and her cold and proud eyes could always force people back.

At 302, Edmend White looked at the heavy door and walked in without hesitation.

The light in the room is dim, and a group of beautiful girls are dancing with their backs twisted. William Spenser sits on the sofa and hugs the exposed woman. The woman smiles and feeds him wine.

The woman's face is very familiar to her. William Spenser often takes her home. Her name is Rose Holin.

Edmend White looked everywhere, but he didn't see the child.

"Coming?" William Spenser looked up.

Women wear simple and casual shirts and black pants, and a pair of cool eyes are clean and spotless.

It's beautiful, but it's very noble. She is a woman with a bastard, but she seems sacred and inviolable.

William Spenser is disgusted with her hypocrisy and wants to destroy her.

He took a sip of wine and pointed at her: "come and sit down."

Edmend White went directly to the two. There was anger burning in her chest: "William Spenser, where is my son?"

"It's really boring." William Spenser pointed to the sofa next to him, "sit down."

The tone of a command, as if she was also a obedient hostess.

Edmend White didn't sit down. Her cold eye stared at William Spenser: "I'll ask you for the last time where my son is."